The sepulchral silence was broken by a strange, fractured sigh. A long, heavy breath, as if the lungs of this demon were shattered and had just begun to move, awakened after years of dormancy.
The place lacked concrete lighting, illuminated instead by a faint, reddish glow. With his awakening, it began to pulse through the chamber, casting eerie light on the black stone walls adorned with living runes, whispering secrets of their existence.
At the center, a colossally intimidating figure sat upon a throne sculpted from bones and obsidian, surrounded by a strange energy barrier.
His eyes opened slowly, revealing slitted pupils within glowing blue irises, their intensity piercing enough to penetrate any soul.
He didn't move a muscle, yet the power emanating from his presence caused the runes to flare brighter, and the chamber itself trembled.
